Mr. Rennie's Class

The night before Christmas

5:00  I get dressed up.

5:15  Everyone's dressed up.

5:30  We all get to the car.

5:45  We arrive at my auntie’s house.

6:00  The adults drink wine and me, Martina, Jian and Jeanne go watch a movie.

6:30  Adults still chatting.

7:00  Movie not yet done.

7:30  We went to play hide and seek.

7:45  I go play my Ds because of boredom

8:00  We have dinner.

8:30  We all get excited about the presents.

9:00  We eat dessert.

9:30  I look for my presents and guess what they are.

10:00  We watch a movie again.

12:00  We open presents and I’m full of Christmas spirit.

                            Maxton Hall  Dec. 6th

Tasty Memories

I remember the apple pie.  Making the dough and rolling the apples in the cinnamon.

Stealing some apples when my mom wasn’t looking.

The aroma of  the cinnamon and the sweet taste of the sugar juice inside the apples.

I remember the taste of the dough and the sweetness of the apples and the smell of the cinnamon.

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7:00I wake up to a pain on my leg, my brother is jumping on my bed. “Wakeup!” He shouts at me. I grumble and tell him to go back to bed. Isnuggle back in my warm covers. “Wake UP!”

My brother is really excited do I decide to get up.

7:15I walk across the cold wood floor and lay on the couch while my brothergoes to get our mom. My mom comes in and tells us to wait, she has tofind her camera. She lazily gets up.

7:25mom finds her camera and tells us to get our stockings first. I grabmine it’s really heavy. I put it on the carpet and scatter my goodieseverywhere.

7:35We finely get to opening our presents by this time mom has made us hotchocolate. We don’t have enough time to have breakfast this is tooexciting.

8:00Christmas is over. Rapping paper is scattered everywhere and my brotheris busy playing with his new toys. This was the best Christmas.

                                                                                                                    By: Asia

My Christmas Morning

6:30 I wake up and turn on the t.v

7:00 I get up

7:15 I stomp down the hall

7:20 My brother heard me and gets up

7:30 We look at our stuff without opening them

7:45 We turn on the t.v and talk really loudly

8:00 We try to get my parents up

8:30 They get their coffee

8:45 We wait for them to get their coffee

9:00 We all open our stockings

9:30 We rip open our presents and claim and area

10:00 We all look through the stuff we got

10:30 Christmas is over and we wait for next year

By Sarah

Christmas morning

By, Owen

I remember the sweet

carmilky scent wafting into

my room, throwing my blanket

off me and blasting to my living room.

Seeing are astonishing Christmas tree,

beautiful, bright and vibrant and the piles of presents

bellow. I wonder to myself “What was that amazing aroma”,

so I slowly stealth down the hall and around.

Seeing my mom scurrying around the kitchen making coffee then whippingaround to the oven and slowly opening it, when she looks up again shesees me and gives me a big warm hug saying “Marry Christmas, Owen” “youto mom”. and we sit down to feast on the warm cinnamon buns covered inhot icing.

                                                    By, Owen Boyd

I remember on Christmas morning having so many pancakes that my mom wouldhave to make more just so the rest of the family could have somepancakes because I get it first I taste the soft pancakes and they areso good.

Iremember on Christmas morning eating so many cookies while I’m openingmy presents and my mom saying that she feels sick for me and all I fellis Happines and a sugar rush coming and i’m so exited to open my nextpresent.

Iremember my dog opening the presents even if we said no and my dadwould put a Christmas scarf on him and now we put it on a statue thatlooks like him.

By Nolan Giesbrecht

                                                I remember

                                         My mom wrapping every

                                  single thing in the stockings and

                             having to rip all of the little trinkets and

                    Candy's all open on the day of Christmas morning

                                                  I remember

                                              the bubbling and

                                          cracking of the bacon

                                       on the pan. The sizzling of

                                  a new piece being put on the pan

                                                I remember

                                          the mouth watering

                                       smell of the bacon and

                                     eggs being cooked mixed

                                  with the fresh smell of our tree

                                 and that feeling of waking up and

                       knowing that there is lots of present to be opened.

                                        This Was Christmas

                                          By : Megan Weber

  Well, 2010 is nearing it's end and as it approaches I reflect back and consider this past three and a half months to be one of the most productive in recent years. Not only do I teach a very cooperative and able group but they have shown a willingness to try, stretch and risk as they write stories and poems. They have all developed a great deal already. A sense of voice is evident and growing in all to some extent. Some of them are truly natural writers. Others have improve so much that their work is barely recognizable compared to what they produced only a few short months ago. They are all more fluent, writing flows more freely and demonstrates increased use of desriptive detail as well as  thoughts and feelings.

  As I try to evaluate what role technology has played in this development I can't escape the fact that keyboarding has freed certain students from their own awkwardness with a pencil which would literaly slow the flow of thoughts to the page. I know about this first hand as a person who often can barely decipher his own hurried handwriting. Maybe more importantly the capacity to use technological literacies that most were already familiar with or inclined towards has made it just easier and more engaging. We all enjoy things we're good or better at. Not that a challenge isn't desirable but when a challenge becomes a roadblock we sabotage learning. The various online sharing opportunities the young writers have at there disposal, frees some to do so with less risk. It takes the sometimes stressful situation and takes it down in intensity. Repetition of this process over time will, I believe, make them more confident and lead towards increased confidence in oral group sharing. I've seen evidence of this in their literature circle work. I applaud and thank my students. They have done a great job with little complaint and dare i say, enthusiasm. Happy Holidays peeps!

A

Christmas

tree

I

What every

year for this. To

get a Christmas  tree.

It smells like the most prettiest

Canada forest.We set it up and i want to start

I get a tree at moms

and dads. Every ornament has

a story, like first x mas to first dance show

Bailey gets all the

high branches and of course I get

the low ones. When the tree is done

we stand back and oooh and aaah, while mom

fixes it. and after Christmas we put the tree outside

and it looks

sad, poor tree

By Ellen Gardner

Its

X-mas

morning.

I wake groggily,

, mumbling and cold.

I look at the X-mas tree,

lights changing, red, purple,

blue, yellow! It wakens me up,

warms me to the bone! I scroll my eyes

down to the base of the tree, presents! Red,

green, the whole X-mas scene! Santa Clause would

be proud. I run

to my Mommy

X-mas has begun

By Brian Hunt